Can't think about spending time in the desert without this song coming to mind- seems apropos

Miles from nowhereI guess I'll take my timeOh yeah, to reach thereLook up at the mountainI have to climbOh yeah, to reach there.

Lord my body has been a good friendBut I won't need it when I reach the end

Miles from nowhereGuess I'll take my timeOh yeah, to reach thereI creep through the valleysAnd I grope through the woods'cause I know when I find it my honeyIt's gonna make me feel goodI love everythingSo don't it make you feel sad'cause I'll drink to you, my babyI'll think to that, I'll think to that.

Miles from nowhereNot a soul in sightOh yeah, but it's alrightI have my freedomI can make my own rulesOh yeah, the ones that I choose

Lord my body has been a good friendBut I won't need it when I reach the end

All I wanna do is have some funI got a feeling I'm not the only oneAll I wanna do is have some funI got a feeling I'm not the only oneAll I wanna do is have some funUntil the sun comes up overSanta Monica Boulevard

He had severe Von Recklinghausen's Neurofibromatosis. One of the internal fibroids which, over the years, had attached to his proximal aorta finally caused a weakening of the vascular wall leading to an inevitable dissecting aortic aneurysm. The pain was too much, it was as if an invisible railroad spike was stabbing him through his chest and out of his back. He thought about some reptiles. He thought about his pregnant daughter living in St. Croix. He thought he heard his wife's voice calling to him .. his wife who had died so long ago. He looked up and she was standing in front of him .. telling him, "It's not your time, yet. You have much to do here." The pain seemed to abate somewhat, and as he struggled to his feet she whispered to him, "I'm just screwing with you." The aneurysm erupted into and throughout his mediastinum. He felt like a hand grenade had gone off inside of him. His body fell limp onto the earth. He was, as they say in Texas, D.R.T.